Sofia Adams - March, 2012
Anne entered my apartment horrified at my condition.I was drunk. Again.Céline Dion was playing the song from Titanic in the background and I had a bottle in my hand and was screaming at the top of my lungs while dancing with my bottle feeling like Rose herself owned the fucking world.“NEAR, FAR, WHEREVER YOU ARE I BELIEVE THAT THE HEART DOES GO ON”“What?” Anne was torn between being scared and confused, and then her eyes fell on my clothes. I was wearing a black dress shirt that was too big to be my own, a samba panty and a suspender.“Are these his?” she asked cautiously, but she knew the answer. They were his.I was packing my bags when I found them buried in a mountain of my clothes. I carefully picked them up in shock flooded by the whirlwind of memories it brought back.I knew I shouldn't smell it. But I did, and then everything became hazy. I just urgently needed to drink or I would go crazy.Which resulted in my current state.Anne looked very angry and about to drag me into the bathroom, but when she looked into my eyes her own body relaxed. Whatever she saw in me her gaze immediately softened.She had known me for eighteen years.Eighteen long years for her to know that I was at my limit. I couldn't take it anymore. I was so, so tired of everything.And then, contrary to everything I thought she would do, Anne ripped off her suit and let down her hair. Then she took the bottle out of my hand and took a big gulp and started yelling at me.“ONCE MORE YOU OPEN THE DOOR AND YOU'RE HERE IN MY HEART, AND MY HEART WILL GO ON AND ON”At that moment seeing Anne, the always even-tempered and straight Anne Carter give up the reasoning that screamed to scold me, but not doing so, I saw how much she knew me.It was without a doubt one of the most amazing things she ever did for me.We screamed, we cried, we jumped on the couch, we got drunk and I don't know how we managed to get enough sense to finish packing my bags.“You are ready now," Anne concluded, trying to close her suitcase, but fumbling with the zipper. She was terrible at drinking.“Move over, you little baby” I pushed her away and closed the suitcase, I drank more than she did, but my body was used to the drunkenness.Anne sobbed and sat on the tea on our pile of clothes titled "You don't deserve Las Vegas." I sat next to her supporting my back on the couch just as she did.“Oh Soso, how I miss..." she sighed suddenly looking at the armchair in the corner of the room.I looked too, with a wave of sadness flooding over me.“I know, Anne, I miss him all the time too. Sometimes I pretend he's still here, drinking coffee or reading his stupid books."“No, you don't understand," Anne said, slurring her words, "I mean, I miss him too, but I mean I miss YOU. The way you were, before all this shit happened." Anne sighed and pointed around the room, not focusing on anything specific.I remained silent. Anne knew that I didn't like it when people talked about how I used to be. Simply because things would never go back to the way they were, including me, there was no point in dwelling on that, it was easier to accept and go on with what I had.I shrugged “This is who I am now, Anne”“No, Sofia... This is how you pretend to be. You pretend not to be everything you were when he was here, because if you forget who you are, maybe you can forget him too.”Wow, drunk Anne was painfully sincere.“I never want to forget him, Anne.”My answer in a low voice denoted my effort to hold back tears. We never talked about him so openly, it was like a forbidden subject.Anne snorted.“Nonsense, you big liar," she accused, "You distance yourself from everything about him. Please, you can barely enter the room, Sofia! All this to cover up how angry you are.”“Anger?” I asked incredulously.Anne was stumbling over her words, but they were no less sharp for it. I don't think she was even aware of the seriousness of what she was saying to me, but I'm sure she had been thinking it for quite some time by how naturally it came out.“Sofia, admit it... It's very clear that you feel anger towards him, you don't want to talk about it, you want to push it under the rug, and beauty is your right, but it's not good for you.”She couldn't be right, how could I be angry with him?“You live in fear of the world trying to prove yourself as a girl who doesn't care. But, Soso... You do. And you can't forgive yourself because you never forgave him.”Suddenly, my mind goes back to that night and the months of suffering that followed. How I kept troubling myself with the "what ifs" of life. What if we hadn't fought? What if I hadn't let him leave? What if I had gone along?Every day it consumed me and devoured me. I had so much anger and guilt about everything. All this feeling hit me at once, like a wave of the sea, the wild ones that can't be stopped.I burst into tears.“Anne, there are times that I hate him for leaving that night and for never coming back, he's gone Ann, he's gone, he's left me and I hate him for it, sometimes I wish I'd never met him. I hate him for making me love him so much it hurts. I didn't mean to hate, it wasn't his fault, it was my fault, but he didn't come back, Anne” my breath caught and I began to choke, the anxiety crisis rising up my throat grabbing me by the legs and putting pressure on my chest. Anne immediately hugged me as she supported me.“He didn't come back Anne, he didn't come back, why didn't he come back?” I repeated over and over, crying and sobbing as I finally realized that truth.He is gone.Sofia Adams - March, 2012I used to hate airplanes. I had such a dread that I couldn't fit it in myself.But here I was, crammed into one about to take off towards Las Vegas. Luckily for me it was only a few hours flight.I could handle it, right?I heard the turbines start to gain strength and the plane shudder as it prepared to take off.God in heaven, somebody get me out of here!I took a deep breath and squeezed Anne's hand that was beside me and she smiled at me. Tom was fast asleep next to her and we hadn't even boarded five minutes ago. How could he do it?Anne, practical as always, made sure that we got the middle seats on the plane, so that the three of us could sit together without having to separate. I thanked her internally for this, if I had been alone on a plane I would have freaked out a long time ago and tried to get out, even if only by flushing.I started thinking about our first trip to Vegas in an attempt to distract myself from the growing panic in the pit of my s
Sofia Adams - March, 2012It was funny how everywhere I went I knew how to find my way around alcohol like no one else. I think my body sniffed the drink, like a super power. I was the Super Drunk.Shit, I think it was already working.I looked to the side and saw a very familiar blonde hair, apparently Anne was sniffing the smell of fun just so she could interrupt. She was Super Righteous.“Kind of early to be drinking, don't you think?” Anne asked, sitting next to me at the bar.“A little early for a lecture, don't you think?” I returned the compliment and then took another sip from my glass. Anne, as well-behaved as ever, ordered an orange juice.“Soso, it's half past eleven in the morning, what are you doing?” she asked.I sighed.“I had a bad dream. This place brings back too many memories," I whispered, rubbing my arms. Saying the words out loud only made it more real.After a minute of silence in which Anne looked intently at the welts on my skin, she spoke up.“I understand,"
Sofia Adams - March, 2012He was here. I blinked dazedly, taken by shock. It was him right here, in front of me looking at me with mysterious, questioning eyes.Years ago I could tell exactly what he was thinking by the soft curve of his lip or the slight twinkle in his eyes.But not today. He had become a stranger to me.Everything about him was different. I remember he loved to wear plaid flannel shirts, he said it was comfortable, and with his longer hair I used to call him a lumberjack, it suited him.I stared at his formal suit, his short, perfectly cut hair, and his Italian shoes. His posture was tired, as if he carried too much weight every day. His voice was cold, and his eyes... His eyes had no more warmth. So this was what he had become?I couldn't keep looking at him, not after all that had happened.“Did you have something to do with this?” I demanded Anne to avoid him as much as possible. She looked as surprised as I was, but it was Anne, after all.“No, I don't," she ans
Ethan Hernandez - July, 2003It was Sofia's sixteenth birthday. She looked so beautiful that I could do nothing but stare at her. I had gone away from college this weekend just for her party. Any other girl would be wearing a princess dress to her debutante party.But not mi pequeña. No, not her.Sofia wore a dress that instead of making her look like a princess made her look like a queen. It was flowing and hugged her body that was blooming and showing.Sofia had let her hair grow out since she last cut it at the age of twelve in a weird punk fashion, now it was long and thick and wild. And I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to run my fingers through it.Sofia was growing up to be the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.And I wasn't the only one to notice.Lately Nick only knew how to talk about her all the time, I think my best friend and I were in love with the same girl. And this made me sad. Whoever Sofia chose to stay with, our friendship would suffer damage
Sofia Adams - March, 2012I was having coffee with Anne and Tom in a coffee shop around the corner from the hotel.Ever since I learned that the devil himself was there, I had avoided being there as much as possible as well.“So, how have you been coping with everything?” Anne asked, as worried as ever.I played dumb.“With everything what? I'm fine, which club are we going to tonight?” I asked, smiling falsely. Anne sighed.“Okay, Anne doesn't want to push you, but I don't care, what the hell was that with Hernandez in the lobby?” Tom asked. “Anne told me that you had some kind of fight years ago and he sort of abandoned us all these years, I would have punched him myself if Anne would have let me, but damn, you looked like you were about to kill the guy”“Lucky for him I didn't” I said quietly just as a car honked nonstop across the street.Tom was still waiting for an answer and this time it was me who sighed.“He wasn't there Tom, he wasn't. We needed him. I needed him. And he was
Ethan Hernandez - March, 2012I look at the rain from my bedroom window with my thoughts far away. I was thinking about her. It was always her.Every year when I came home I would find a different Sofia. I saw when she was a pest child who was always in trouble and I would take it upon myself to take over her mess. I saw her grow into a rebellious teenager using me as a ladder to escape through her bedroom window.I knew she would run away anyway, I just helped her out so she wouldn't end up twisting a foot trying to get away from her parents to some party. And then I watched her become a woman. And this was the most difficult transformation, because I couldn't be by her side. I had to watch from afar as she walked into adulthood without me.I put my head against the glass and closed my eyes remembering when I saw her again after all these years. If 18 year old Sofia was already tormenting me, this 25 year old Sofia was to finish me off for good. She looked so beautiful that I had no
Ethan Hernandez - December, 2005Sofia and I kissed in the fountain two hours ago and I was in my bed, bathed too anxious to get to sleep. The next time we talked I was going to declare myself. I was going to tell her all about my feelings. She was 18 now, there was nothing wrong with how I felt anymore, and if she wanted me to, I would ask her to be my girlfriend. Hell, I could see myself marrying that girl.I heard knocking at the door and imagined it was Nick's drunk ass coming to disturb me. He was a big crybaby when he was drinking.I opened the door and was surprised to see Sofia in her pajamas and wet hair looking embarrassed. I arched an eyebrow, knowing how much that gesture annoyed her.“I couldn't sleep” she said dullly. I smiled at that. I opened the door, making room for her to enter. Sofia settled down on my bed between the sheets cross-legged and pulled the pillow to her face. Was she smelling it?Sofia seemed to notice me watching her and pulled the pillow down with a b
Sofia Adams - March, 2012“Sofia?” I heard Ethan's voice calling me but I couldn't think of anything. All I could think about was that night and all it meant to all of us. I couldn't believe it.“Was Nick sick?” I asked, still confused. This couldn't be possible.Ethan's expression changed from concerned to disbelieving in a second adding to my confusion.“He didn't tell you? Even after all these years? Even after you...” he asked, shocked.“No," I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.Now it all made sense. The way Ethan acted, how Nick had always been so eager to live through everything these past few years. The weakness, the bad memory, and how he always got tired so fast.My God, all the signs were there. I couldn't bear not to have seen it.“Sofia?” Ethan touched my hug and I immediately pulled away angrily. He could have avoided this if he had told me. They both could have. And since Nick wasn't with me Ethan became the target of the poison that came next.“I thought